“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(Again we held the session in our living room, as we used to do. There were no interruptions. Jane had no idea of the material for the session before she began speaking, on time. She sat down as usual, with her eyes closed for this first delivery. There was quite a bit of traffic noise even at this hour, and Jane’s voice had a stronger edge, as though to cut through it.)

(The traffic noise was now even heavier. I thought it was bothering Jane, since she seemed to be sitting in a rather tense position in her rocker. Her voice grew a little louder.)

(Break at 9:16. Jane was dissociated, but not as well as usual for a first break. She said the traffic noise bothered her, but that she would make an effort to see that it didn’t continue to do so.

I can indeed arrange our evening in such a manner that your traffic will bother us not a bit.

[...] Traffic noise was a problem once more; our windows of course had to be open, although the blinds were drawn. [...]

(Another long pause, until the traffic noise subsided. [...]

[...] She used many pauses other than those indicated, and said she was aware of the traffic noise at times. [...]

[...] Traffic had become noisy again, and she said she thought Seth took the break now because of this. [...]

[...] This left the room lit spasmodically by the lights from passing traffic. [...]

[...] Her chair was against a wall, and out of the direct line of reflected traffic lights, although I could see shadows pass across the white blur of her face. [...]

[...] In it I found myself approaching a certain traffic light in my car. [...] I seldom take this route in actuality, since this particular light is set to favor the heavy flow of traffic on Lake Street. [...]

[...] Because our windows were open traffic noise was rather bothersome to me. [...]

[...] Her eyes had remained closed; her voice had been loud enough to rise above the traffic noise. [...]

(Up until now, although the session was being held in our front room, none of us had given a thought to traffic noise. It is interesting to note that when Jane resumed with the Dr. Instream material, we immediately became conscious of the traffic noise. [...]

[...] It was now that I was quite conscious of traffic noise. [...]

[...] She now said the traffic bothered her also. [...]

[...] Traffic noise also seemed much louder than usual. [...]

[...] The neighbor’s phonograph bothered her, she said, and so did the traffic noise. [...]

[...] The music from across the way had stopped sometime during the last delivery, but Jane said the traffic noise continued to bother her. [...]

I am going to ask you to wait a moment while the kitchen window is closed, as the traffic is disturbing Ruburt.

[...] I too had been aware of the traffic noise, although I had pulled our kitchen window closed, I thought, before the session. [...]

[...] The traffic noise had not bothered her any more. [...]

[...] The traffic noise hadn’t bothered her.

[...] Traffic noise even at this hour was audible; when I told Seth he was in danger of being drowned out by the traffic noise, the voice immediately rose in strong volume, humorously, for a few sentences: “I will never be drowned out by traffic...” [...]

On the way, Peter suddenly went through a traffic light. We ended up in the wrong line of traffic, with cars coming at us from all directions. [...]

[...] As I watched from my floating position, the “driving me” made an error at the light, and suddenly we ended up in the middle of a line of traffic. [...]

[...] Another sign read AREA CLOSED, and carried the legend: “Used To Close Roadway Entering An Area From Which All Traffic Is Excluded Because Of Dangerous Radiological Or Biological Contamination.”

“What about ‘Uniform traffic control?’ “ I asked. [...]

When you are bothered by noise and tumult, by traffic and the sound of neighbors’ voices, by lawn mowers and other irritating sounds, try this: do not fight them. [...]

From the sound, the assaulting onrushing sound of traffic, if you listen you can emerge with the prize—perhaps an abstract, with the pulsating sounds transferred to rhythm and color; or perhaps again a portrait, here, of a compulsive personality, driven, and yet behind it all the purpose which is not easily seen, and the reason.

[...] Even landscapes, elemental but fragile, built up from the ebb and flowing voice of traffic as it passes by your door. [...]

[...] Even though the window was on the side of the house, we immediately became aware of some traffic noise.

[...] She was however still bothered and upset; this time the traffic noise contributed. [...]

[...] (Long pause.) Ruburt is bothered by traffic this evening, and it interferes. [...]

[...] We had to have windows open, and traffic was a problem, as is usual here in the summer. [...]

[...] Oh, that traffic’s fascinating — it does things to my head and ears, inside. [...]

[...] We didn’t hear firecrackers any longer, just the smoothly rushing traffic sounds. [...]

[...] I feel a strong correlation between the bread going down my throat and the traffic….”

There is great traffic flow in a city: A body knows how to leap out of the way in a moment’s time from an approaching car. In the interior physical environment there is far greater traffic flow. [...]

[...] I jokingly answered that if Seth had done something about the traffic noise rolling up the mountainside, I would have gone through with the purchase. [...]

Your decision not to buy occurred the first time that you heard the traffic, and Ruburt’s occurred when the children took his precious berries. [...]

The fact remains that the low price bothered you, and as a result you became sensitive to the sound of traffic, looking for a way to justify the low price, as did Ruburt. [...]

[...] Jane likened it to the vibration one might feel through the floor of a house, say from traffic passing close by. At break, now, she checked to see if this was the effect she had sensed, but it did not seem to be, although traffic does pass our house rather heavily at times.

[...] Traffic noise was a bother at times — and that effect reminded me of how often such racket had been a problem when we held sessions at 458 W. Water Street.)

[...] When old materials are discarded and new avenues of traffic are cleared. [...]

[...] You can be surrounded by some noise (as Seth, Jane pointed to the ceiling; someone was moving into the apartment above us) or traffic, and feel its great synthesis with the vitality of life, and it can be conducive to peace. [...]